Lyrics of Fuck Off - Dium

Fuck Off (original)

Dovevo morire bimbo
Volevano un aborto, Cristo
I miei parenti del cazzo
Ma mia madre ha detto: «Fuck off!»
Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, yeah
Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, yeah
Dovevo morire bimbo
Volevano un aborto, Cristo
I miei parenti del cazzo
Ma mia madre ha detto: «Fuck off!»
Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, yeah
Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, yeah
Alcuni famigliari più scemi
Mi vedono come un errore
Ne ho altri un pelo più razzisti
E per loro sono un disonore
Sono come tu mi vuoi come i CCCP
Però poi non canto in chiesa, vecchio, e resto extreme
Italy family Osbourne
Novi Ligure il ritorno
Erika sai che ti voglio
Facciamo uno snuff porno
Ho visto il tuo volto in un sogno
Mi sono svegliato con l’inguine zuppo
E se tu mi dici ammazza per amore
Lo faccio anche se so che è un trucco
Bucami il cuore col tacco
Prendimi a calci sul pacco
Ora et labora, sei pazzo
Saponette col mio grasso
Tutti i miei figli addosso
Meritavo lo sgozzo
Era meglio se nascevo un altro
Ma ero già il primo nell’utero cazzo
Dovevo morire bimbo
Dovevo morire bimbo
Volevano un aborto, Cristo
I miei parenti del cazzo
Ma mia madre ha detto: «Fuck off!»
Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, yeah
Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, yeah
Dovevo morire bimbo
Volevano un aborto, Cristo
I miei parenti del cazzo
Ma mia madre ha detto: «Fuck off!»
Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, yeah
Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, yeah

(translation)

I had to die a child
They wanted an abortion, Christ
My fucking relatives
But my mother said: "Fuck off!"
Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, yeah
Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, yeah
I had to die a child
They wanted an abortion, Christ
My fucking relatives
But my mother said: "Fuck off!"
Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, yeah
Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, yeah
Some dumber family members
They see me as a mistake
I have others that are a hair more racist
And for them, I am a dishonor
I'm like you you want me like the CCCP
But then I don't sing in church, old man, and I remain extreme
Italy family Osbourne
Novi Ligure the return
Erika, you know that I want you
Let's make a porn snuff
I saw your face in a dream
I woke up with a soaked groin
And if you tell me, kill for love
I do it even though I know it's a trick
Pierce my heart with a heel
Kick me on the package
Ora et labora, you're crazy
Soap bars with my fat
All my children on me
I deserved a slaughter
It was better if I was born another
But I was already the first in the fucking uterus
I had to die a child
I had to die a child
They wanted an abortion, Christ
My fucking relatives
But my mother said: "Fuck off!"
Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, yeah
Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, yeah
I had to die a child
They wanted an abortion, Christ
My fucking relatives
But my mother said: "Fuck off!"
Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, yeah
Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, yeah